(green grass)

this cibelle video is absolutely beautiful.

(josefa)

This is the loveliest josefa. she's the best friend you could ever hope for. 

She's starting a semester abroad (in Colombia) this January, so we are spending a lot of time together before that.

Yesterday she wore her rollerblades and I rode my bike. Afterwards we had a picnic under the spring sun. 

(neighbour to neighbour)

Anyone who knows me in my day to day life (that is, outside of this blog) knows I never keep my mouth shut in the face of controversy. If I disagree with something I'll be the first one to say it aloud and to anyone's face...

However, this blog was like my own private and silent room. I told myself I would rant here about issues that frustrated me, annoyed me or made me angry. This blog was going to be the place where everything went just the way I wanted it to go.

Having said that.... there are two things I can't be quiet about.

1). Congratulations America on choosing your new president. Be proud of yourself, you've made a courageous and brave decision that the rest of the world applaudes. I was with friends that cried when Obama's victory was announced. Here, in Peru. That is how happy we all are - Things have been wrong for way too long. Nevertheless, such a great event took the attention away from a very important issue. 

Proposition 8 - How can it be that on the same day that people chose a president that represents equality, they take away basic rights from citizens that deserve them just as much as anyone? 

I cried that day too. I cried out of excitment for the changes to come and I cried out of rage. Intolerance and discrimination shouldn't win a battle the same day that equality does.

I don't want to tell anyone what to do or think - if you agreed with Proposition 8, then it is not my place to judge and I certainly don't want to stir up a fight here. But if you disagree with it, then don't stop fighting for what you think is right and fair. I am certain there will be one day when we'll look back on this moment with shame. 

2). I know others have already written about this post by Susie Bubble, but I'll do it too. I'm not a regular reader of her blog, although I do like to take a look and read her posts once in a while. 

Living on a country like Peru - where the day to day outfit are jeans, sneakers and a Roxy sweater, discovering the fashion blogging community was a big relief for me. I get strange stares everyday, if not pretty annoying remarks based on the way I dress and look.

And trust me - I don't dress half as risky as some of the girls I admire the most from the blogosphere. 

This should be a place where we can be comfortable in our own skin - I won't say more on this subject, but please, let's not turn this community into a new place where we have to protect ourselves. If you don't like someone's outfit or style, and are too insecure to recognize and appreciate someone else's individuality, please leave and go visit the Abercrombie and Fitch webpage. 

Well... Enough said. This is what I wore today. I'm sorry for the silly look on my face, photos were taken at 7 am.

The sweater belong to my great grandmother who recently passed away... (she was 100 years old!!) - It's one of my favourites. I swear she was one of the best dressed women I've seen in my entire life. 

(life inside the music box ain't easy)

I got this grey shirt from a cute chain-smoking boy I've been spending the last few weeks with. 

I've now got my eye set on a pair of H&M pink trousers that he owns. 

Skinny boys with style rock. 

(i knitted this today)

I finished knitting this today. I had had the yarn for ages but felt it was a bit too colorful and that a big garment (such as a sweater), would look a bit too... rainbow child for my taste. 

A cowl was a good idea.

Unfortunately for my new cowl (but great for me), spring seems to be starting for real. Oh well, I guess I'll wait until next year to take it outside. 

(ye rin mok photography)

(i wish i understood boys... but as each day passes the more I realize I don't)

Update: I now like boys (boy) again.

(halloween)

I've never really been the kind of person that celebrates specific dates (such as Christmas, Halloween or New Year). On the contrary, I've sometimes spent New Year's eve in bed, enjoying a movie I had been meaning to watch for a long time and then partied until the sun rose only a few days later.

This halloween, however, was fun. We all dressed in costumes and went to a slightly underground party at an art gallery. There was life music, two floors with djs with different styles and a roof terrace. 

Someone asked me whether I was dressed as one of the CocoRosie girls. I have to admit that although I hadn't thought about it, I really liked the idea.